"How is this possible! He actually managed to injure the Sect Leader?"
The members of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect looked utterly incredulous.
They held the Sect Leader in reverence, not only because he founded the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect, but because his strength was unmatched, leaving everyone trailing far behind.
Yet now, after just a brief exchange, the Sect Leader was directly struck and spat blood.
Yang Cheng appeared indifferent, but in reality, he felt somewhat uneasy.
Though seemingly he had the upper hand in that last move, his body had also received a jolt, making his throat taste of blood, which he forcibly suppressed.
His arm went slightly numb and began to tremble faintly; he bit his lip and endured it.
No matter what, in terms of momentum, he couldn't fall behind.
